-Do you trust them? -Phomeryka whispered, pressing herself against Axe’s side and shivering uncontrollably as they waddled around the cold food cellar where the foreign couple had shoved them towards, and where they were supposed to be spending the night.
-That is completely irrelevant– The blue-haired man casually replied as he distractedly pointed the light of the lantern he was holding towards the dusty corners of the large pantry – I just need someone to make the proper introductions, and I'll take it from there.
-You don’t need them for that – The Xoltunian sneered – I don't get why you had to agree to that demented plan! Why don't we just pop round and introduce ourselves? I bet it would be a lot easier that way. .
-Because they would shoot us on sight – He calmly explained as h
